The sect buildings, usually a beacon of pristine white, now took on a cold, grey hue. His Mortal Veil, though expertly maintained, had been strained by the encounter. The sheer, overwhelming urge to simply crush Xiao Feng, to take his life with the same casual indifference that Xiao Feng had shown him, had been a potent test of his self-control.
Not yet, he reminded himself, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. Death is too quick. Humiliation must precede it. Despair must pave the way. Xiao Feng was merely a stepping stone, a small, delectable appetizer. Ling Tian was the true feast.
He spent the evening in quiet meditation, not cultivating his Qi, but refining his Mortal Veil, pushing his control to new heights. He needed to be invisible, not just to the eyes, but to the v
